…well, if it is I’ll eat my sunhat. But Boris and his gang have decided so the great British public have taken him at his word. And what have we got? Roads clogged, beaches packed, large scale public gatherings, litter all over the place and utter confusion about who can visit who and what can open and what can’t. Let alone who’s got a job and who hasn’t. And already covid cases are starting to rise and our Prime Minister is urging people to stop taking liberties. Better to ask who should be blaming who.
I have to admit we did our own little share of liberty taking last week: during the three days of stonkingly hot weather we actually shared some bottles of rosé with our self-isolating neighbours and daringly invited some friends for lunch. And I took the car to Windover Hill - all of 3 miles away - to walk the South Downs Way and see some different views of our wonderful countryside.
Meanwhile, the poor old garden is completely frazzled thanks to this extraordinary heat. Crisp brown grass and drooping plants and a total lack of rain has made the whole place look as if it’s late July. No bad thing perhaps that our garden openings have hit the deck.
Even so there’s plenty to still enjoy and enough to keep us busy. So what with one thing and another I think it’s about time to end these weekly isolation musings. Though don’t worry, I might change my mind when the inevitable spike occurs.